To Fall Deeper in Love with the World



Sit with lichen

longer than comfort allows.


The urge to move must rise and pass,

rise and pass, must pass.


One waits with expectation

as if desiring a gift.


Frustration breeds.

Sit. Sun. Rain. Snow.


Until little by little

 the wanting is gone


and all that remains

 is sitting with lichen.

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